Early the next morning, while Qiao Jing followed Qiao's father back to high school to repeat the registration, Qiao Yuxin walked into Qiao Jing's room again and took the things back.

Plugged in to the computer, opened it and looked at it, and found a powerful video, Qiao Taro Xin couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Especially the video of Qiao Jing taking a bath, as well as the video in the room.

Qiao Yuxin coded a key part, but also covered Qiao Jing's face, which was the best bait to lure Mr. Zhao.

made a trumpet on the computer, Qiao Yuxin sent two screenshots of Qiao Jing to Mr. Zhao's mobile phone, and the fresh and tender body made people think about it......

Soon, Mr. Zhao took the bait.

Who are you? Little beauty, you are so beautiful! 】

The other side replied with a message at the speed of light, and Qiao Yuxin was taken aback, so fast, she had to suspect that the other side was not Mr. Zhao.

[Well, the picture is the youngest daughter of the Qiao family. 】

Qiao Yuxin replied with a message, last time at the banquet, Mr. Zhao had a mind about Qiao Jing, and he probably liked it early.

[Qiao Jing? It's so pretty, what are you doing here? 】

Qiao Yuxin and Mr. Zhao spoke a few words, and finally said their purpose:

[Qiao's is not good now, I still have to rely on you, if I give Qiao Jing to you, can you cooperate with Qiao's? ] 】

Hearing that the other party was going to give Qiao Jing to him, Mr. Zhao still had the intention of talking about cooperation, and agreed anxiously.

【Cooperation!】 Just send Qiao Jing to my bed. 】

Qiao Yuxin showed a meaningful smile, this is the person Father Qiao wanted to send her to before, but I didn't expect it to be Qiao Jing in the end, right?

After negotiating with Mr. Zhao, Qiao Yuxin closed the computer, made a glass of milk to drink, and enjoyed the last day at home.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to Murong Le, asking her to pack up her things and take her to the apartment tomorrow to see it, and check in by the way.

To Qiao Yuxin's surprise, Murong Le politely rejected her:

[Taro, I won't live with you, I'll go home to live when the time comes.] 】

Qiao Yuxin frowned slightly, that day on the street, Murong Le was very happy because he was able to live with her.

Why did you change your mind as soon as you went back?

Qiao Taro asked a few more times, but she didn't get an answer, Murong Le was obviously unwilling to tell her, so Qiao Taro had no choice but to put it down and not ask.

Changed the subject:

[Xiaole, then after we go to report tomorrow, let's go around the campus together, I also want to visit your campus. 】

The other party responded, Qiao Yuxin decided to interrogate her carefully tomorrow, and after entering the university, she had to observe Murong Le carefully.

Because in her sophomore year, Murong Le suddenly committed suicide, and it was rumored that she met a scumbag.

It's a pity that she was the eldest and youngest grandmother of the Bei family at that time, and she was busy helping Lan Xingli with internal response all day long, and she completely cut off contact with Murong Le.

Even Murong Le's death was because she accidentally heard others talking about it one day.

——

Bei Shaohan put Qiao Taro on the tip of his heart, knowing that she was worried about her mother's grave, so he quickly found the empty cemetery in the western suburbs and discussed moving the grave.

The cemeteries in the western suburbs are full of ancestors of wealthy families, and buying a cemetery starts with one million, some of which have good feng shui, and are even auctioned.

Bei Shaohan used his personal connections to take pictures of the cemetery that the master fancied, and found a good date for moving the grave, which was set for three months later.

That night, he rushed back from the army, and he would not forget that his daughter-in-law was ready to start school.

"Knock knock—"

At night, when Qiao's family was eating, there was a knock on the door, and the maid hurriedly ran to open the door.

"Bei Shao!"

A man in a strong suit, repairing his long and straight body, with a majestic momentum, perfect like a god in the sky.